How much pot do you smoke?
This here poll aims to determine more or less how much pot is smoked in our little global village.
all kidding aside.
That answer was left there for your enjoyment.
Now this conversation looks weird…
I’ll agree.
No, it wouldn’t work without at least 4.
OK. You’re in charge.
Not anymore, I used too.
But never much cared for how it turned me into a giggiling jackass.
I suppose it depends on what kind you smoke… eh I just don’t need it.
I picked, “Once Ever.” That’s not true, but that’s the closest answer up there to the truth which is probably more like, “Ten or less times total.” I would have to say that it just made me sleepy every time, hungry too, but I was too sleepy to want to get up and get anything to eat. I don’t know that it necessarily made me happy, I’m generally a pretty even person that reflects a calm and contended detachment unless I get angry, or if I’m around my kids I’m outright happy.
In short, it did nothing for me. When I go to bed, I fall asleep almost immediately, anyway, so it served no real purpose for me.
Tried it a couple of times, didn’t seem to have any affect on me.
That’s more common than you think. Trust me, if you smoke a couple of more times you’ll feel it.
I answered in the closest way I could.–I’ve tried weed–I’ve even inhaled–then I vomited–profuse, projectile vomiting. Won’t try it again–don’t need to.
Seriously? You must of choked a lot in order to make yourself throw up.
Seriously, SG. There are some of us who are allergic–or something–to pot. I have no desire to try to discover what that something is. Why bother?
I smoke weed when I get out of bed, before I brush my teeth. Then I take a bong hit as I’m leaving for the day. I keep a pipe and a sack in my car so that I can maintain throughout the day while running errands and what have you. I sit up at night, every night and smoke the bong until I go to sleep.
In as long as I can remember, at least the last 7 or 8 years, I smoke every day except for about 16 total days where I was on a few cruise ships and there was just no way. On the next one, I think I’ve got a way to sneak on a few dabs of oil, stuffed down into a bunch of cigarettes in a pack, where I’ll then be able to get blitzed off just the one hit.
I grow weed, I make my own hash and hash oil. I bake brownies and cookies. I have 3 bongs, 7 or 8 smaller glass pipes, I went to Amsterdam for dec 31 1999 just to smoke a bunch of weed. I’m high as fuck right this second. It’s 4:24 am local time and I’ve been sitting on the couch blazing, posting on a weed forum for the last couple of hours.
It’s literally been the centerpiece of my life, and the driving force behind everything I do, by truest passion, since I was about 15 years old. It’s sent me on vacations, bought be clothes, paid by rent, supplied me with money for gas and cigarettes while I was in college. It’s really been one of the only things I’ve ever been able to depend on throughout my life. My ability to attain it in bulk for absurdly low prices has been the reason that I’ve been able to live the way that I do, (which is really not bad at all). I can’t thank weed enough. I know this post might seem crazy, but I’m 100% serious right now.
double post. you see what i’m saying here??
Sounds like my relationship with my mother’s nipple when I was 3 months old. I’d hit that thing as often as I could, man.
“I [just] don’t needed it”=I don’t want to do it. Just for any potheads out there who might be a little confused.
It did great for my mind when I was a teenager but I was a complete social failure with it.
I remember being highly organized and analytical. I could write great persuasive and argumentative essays on any topic.
I was breast fed until I was 17 years old.